[Intro]
(It's a Menace beat, boy)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)
From where they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
"Hey, sir"
"How you doin', young man?"
"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"
And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right
Hitta' smooth out my brother
I miss my cousin nigga, I slept in a bed with 'em
I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran with 'em
I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline
And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah
Wit' Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead
Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day
I hope that she can comprehend me
(It's a Menace beat, boy)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)
From where they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
"Hey, sir"
"How you doin', young man?"
"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"
And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right
Hitta' smooth out my brother
I miss my cousin nigga, I slept in a bed with 'em
I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran with 'em
I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline
And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah
Wit' Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead
Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day
I hope that she can comprehend me
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